Loves, Pastoral Poems and Dramatic Monologues

We were told to make a list of things we love, and then write about them. I wrote a poem called Loved. Then later, I wrote the longest work I ever have, my Ode to Nature. After writing that nine-stanza poem, we listened to music again. It was Mozart's Requiem. I didn't name my poem, if you have a suggestion please comment and tell me. After that we wrote an Epitaph, which is an enscribing on one's tombstone. After that we wrote an Elegy, which I wrote to my Aunt Audrey who passed away from a heart attack.

Later that week we tried a Native American technique of connecting to our spirit animals. The idea was that to the sound of a beating drum, one's spirit would journey to the Spirit world, or Underworld, and there meet an animal that would pass on its wisdom to you. My animal was rather unexpected. On quizzes and such things I have gotten wolves and otters and eagles, but the animal that appeared in my mind was a stag. The pastoral poem resulting is untitled, again please comment and offer names.

Today we tried Dramatic Monologues. They're ok, but I personally don't like the idea that much. Not when writing from my own experience anyway. I wrote two that I think are decent. The first is called Brother to Sister, which I wrote from my own experience and acutally liked, and the second is called And Jesus wept. The latter one I based on the Iraeli-Palestinian border war and something I heard about the wall dividing the two. A wall, much like the Berlin Wall, has been/was built to try and control movement between the countries at that spot. A graffiti artist known as Banksy managed to sneak up to the wall and draw images on it. One was of a Palestinian child and an Israeli child playing together near a hole in the wall. Another was simply the words "And Jesus wept". I will edit this post later with the poem added.